it all adds up

This is my 500th blog post! So, in honor of 1,500+ glimpses of grace, I wanted to re-publish 10 of my favorite posts (in chronological order). It was extremely difficult to narrow them down, but what a wonderful problem to have! Thanks for being a part of it all.

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#10

Sunday, January 25, 2009
serendipitous spontaneities

-Going to St. George's Market in the morning and enjoying two hazelnut lattes, perusing the varieties of breads, cheeses, crafts and antiques and talking to people.

(after this post, my co-worker Chris always refers to this building as "your blog place")

-Getting hopelessly lost on my walk back from St. George's and wandering through an area I don't think I've walked through before. It was cold, but (finally) sunny, and I discovered new charity shops, lovely peeling walls and old doorways as I munched on the fresh loaf of Irish wheaten bread I'd bought at the market.

-Veronika coming over for a spontaneous visit which included catching up, nibbling on wheaten bread with raspberry jam and brie and watching Sex & the City.
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#9

Sunday, August 31, 2008
talkin' bout a REVolution

-A yummy dinner of steak, potatoes and grilled zucchini with tomatoes. Can you tell I'm trying to fill up on traditional Texas fare before going to Belfast?

-Being ordained as a PCUSA Minister of Word and Sacrament. The service was perfect, from Kyle's Lord of the Rings themed sermon, to Bob Leslie (the pastor who baptized me in that very church) holding my hand to pronounce that I was ordained and having to stop because he was overwhelmed with emotion, and then choking out "I used to hold her" before continuing, to hands layed upon me in blessing, including my parents and Grandmother, to Marie charging me to be guided by my inner joy and the constant presence of God to so many more things. It's difficult to convey in words the peace and tangible hand of God felt in this day.

-Being with so many wonderful friends and family. It was so great and suprising to see friends like Heather, Stuart and Allison who I haven't seen in years. In one room, I had pastors who have guided and supported me, a great deal of caring family, old college friends, a friend from elementary school and dozens of people who took very seriously their promise made to me and God at my baptism there.
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#8

Wednesday, August 06, 2008
mamma mia it's raining

-The swoosh and plunk of raw sugar being dropped into my tea. Yum.

-Dancing around to Abba on my iPod. I'm a bit obsessed with the music from Mamma Mia at the minute.

-Sudden heavy rain followed by brilliant sunshine. Texas seems to have no patience at all for rain, geting it over with as quickly as possible, and immediately bringing the sun back out again. Half of the time, the sun doesn't even have a chance to go away at all.

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#7

Wednesday, May 14, 2008
the end of an era

-Enjoying my last Sex & the City gathering. I've had friends come over for wine, cheese, laughter and tv every Tuesday for three years. Twelve came last night, and we stayed extra long, enjoying the last bit of time together. Over the year, we randomly watched episodes (on dvd) sometimes watching 2 a night and sometimes 3 (and even skipping season 3). On our last night we ended up having the last 2 episodes of the series left--a fitting ending.

-Maggie coming before everyone got here and catching me in a packing-cleaning fluster. She immediately pitched in and helped by washing my dishes. It was so selfless and thoughful.
-The detail and beauty of a sunflower. (You know how much I love photographing flowers!)
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#6

Thursday, April 03, 2008
happy birth day!

I'm an Aunt! Natalie Sofia Patranella was born today, and I can't wait to meet her very soon. I am so thankful to God for such a gift of grace. This day will always be a reminder of God's grace in her.
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#5

Saturday, October 27, 2007
sittin' on the dock of the [lake]...

-A beautiful sunset reflected off of Lake Sinclair at Jessi's lakehouse. The color and symmetry was breathtaking.

-Playing games all day with good friends.

-Food. LOTS of really, really good food. We always all take turns cooking at the lakehouse, resulting in a variety and abundance of deliciousness.

-Listening to birds sing and the water lap as I sat on the porch reading a great book.

-Reaching extra far down off the dock to dip my toe in the cool water. It was a miracle that I didn't fall in.

-Riding in Jessi's convertible with the top down, letting the wind blow through my hair. I loved staring up at the bright blue sky as we cruised down the highway.
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#4

Friday, May 11, 2007
kind notes and words

-Diane leaving pictures and a dvd of Project Dance NY in my mailbox, with a lovely little note about hope.

-While Claudia and I were baking cookies for the women's shelter in my tiny kitchen, she insisted on washing all of my dishes. While I mixed and baked, she washed up everything. It was beyond kind.

-Having Kathleen O'Connor (our Catholic, feminist, Hebrew Bible and language expert professor) tell me I was smart. Wow! I seriously idolize the woman, and had exegesis with her last fall. Coming from her, it was a huge compliment I won't soon forget.

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#3

Thursday, December 21, 2006
there and back again
-Singing Paul Simon songs at the top of my lungs with Rob and Karen on our 14-hour drive across four states to get to Texas. It was actually a really fun drive, made better with great music, snacks galore, knitting and conversation.

-Relaxing with my sister after finally getting here by having a glass of wine, watching t.v. and chatting.

-Drinking coffee in bed this morning after sleeping in. My great book and my sister's great dog, Hayden, kept me company.

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#2

Tuesday, November 07, 2006
surface observation

-The way raindrops fell into puddles, forming circles and bubbles on the surface. I'm amazed at how perfectly round they are.

-Treating myself to a hot, chocolatey mocha because I had to be out and about in the cold rain.

-The mother who waited at the bus stop with her baby son. She was holding him, and they were both looking at each other and smiling. Now that I think about it, I should have given them a lift.

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Saturday, October 21, 2006
wine, coffee and other transcendent things...

After reading threebeautifulthings.blospot.com, I've decided to record "glimpses of grace" I encounter, hopefully daily. They may seem random, but they are the little moments that add up to life for me.

-The way the light danced in my glass of red wine at Eddie's last night to the beautiful voice of Matthew Perryman Jones.

-The fuzzy whiteness of my room when I first opened my eyes this morning.

-The cinnamon smell of my coffee.

heart burn

Last night, I went to bed rather late and looked at my clock and realized it was midnight. Easter. So, I lit my little wall sconce and opened my Bible to read the resurrection account from Luke. I read about Jesus walking to Emmaus with two disciples,

"As they came near the village to which they were going, Jesus walked ahead as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, 'Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over.' So he went in to stay with them. When he was at table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. They said to each other, 'Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?' That same hour they got up and returned to Jerusalem and they found the eleven and their companions gathered together. They were saying, 'The Lord has risen indeed, and he has appeared to Simon!' Then they told what had happened on the road, and how he had been made known to them in the breaking of the bread."

I was especially struck by the disciples recognizing Jesus when he broke bread with them, and then him vanishing. Once he was gone, they said "Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us...?" What a testimony this is. I think we have moments in our lives when God breaks bread with us and we recognize God in our presence. My glimpses of grace are meant to chronicle moments like this. These are the moments that sustain us in our lives, because often, after a recognition moment, God seems to vanish. And when we find God seems a bit farther away, these are the times we are meant to reflect and on those "heart-burning" moments in our walk with God.

As I read about Jesus being made known in the breaking of bread, I was moved emotionally at how poignant God's presence had been for me when I recently broke bread. And I was reminded that such a moment isn't just to make me feel good or validated--it's to sustain me on this road. It's to sustain me in those moments where God seems to vanish, and remind me that God will always be made known to me in the breaking of bread, whatever side of the table I happen to be on.

I wish you all "heart-burn" this Easter! May God walk with you, teach you, feed you and the Spirit burn within you, so that it's all you can do to cry "The Lord has risen indeed!"

a little bit of what i'm doing...

(Click on each page to get a bigger version--that's the only way I can get it to work!)

friends new and old

-A very thoughtful and encouraging email from my Grandmother's friends the Bassetts, reminding me of strong family & Presbyterian connections. It's not often you hear from people who knew your Grandmother in high school and your Granddaddy in college. What an amazing history of friendship...that still continues.

-Waves here and there: first, one received from across the street as I walked home and second, one given at St. George's Market to the girl who makes the quirky t-shirts.

-The little girl who was proudly walking her baby doll in a pram down the street yesterday has become more Easter festive: today, her pram was filled to capacity by a huge bunny.

remember me

-Presiding over the Table at communion for the first time. There was something so surreal about saying, "Take, eat, remember, celebrate." As the elements were passed out to the congregation I stood there in my robe and stole, hands rested on the Table, and thought, "Wow. I'm a minister." It was certainly a holy moment--and a funny one. People do communion a bit differently here, and so after serving the congregation, the elders sat in the first pews and waited for me to come to them and serve them. After a split-second hesitation on my part, the clerk of session (a warm and welcoming man) gave me the slightest "come here" motion of his finger where no one else could see. I really appreciated it.


-A life lived to the absolute fullest: Erin, an eleven-year-old girl from my home church who battled cancer since she was five, gently died yesterday morning. Erin was one of those remarkable people who fill you with wonder when you're around them. I ran into Erin at Mo Ranch this summer and she was healthy then, with a tan on her face, making a mosaic with other campers. I had gone up to say hello because I used to be a counselor there, and then I recognized Erin. She looked up and said, "Hey! Don't you go to my church?" I said that I did and that I was so happy to see her again. I visited Erin right before flying to Belfast in September (the same day, I think) when she was in the hospital for chemo again. Her room was decorated with pictures, paintings and cards and she just sat propped up in her bed coloring away, as content as a child drawing outside on a sunny day, and yet she was in the hospital. What a joyful, radiant life she lived. I won't forget her.

remember when...

-Discovering the gem that is the Linen Hall Library. Its grand wooden staircases, tables with wee lamps and regal chairs, huge old glass windows with views of the city hall, Titanic exhibit and great collection of books made it such a fun way to spend a morning. I sat reading C.S. Lewis' diary from when he was a student in his twenties and imagined that this was the sort of place he might study in.

-Watching a guy take a cheesy picture of his friend in front of the city hall, where he was making a triumphant pose in the middle of the lawn.

-Having my interest in creation theology sparked and spending the evening going through my Old Testament final notes from seminary (I know, I'm a nerd) and suddenly remembering all I had been taught, and feeling energized by it.

moments of real

-A young person getting up in front of the whole church to share a presentation she made about how God is in this city (Belfast). She took most of the pictures herself, and it was personal, convicting and hopeful all at the same time.

-A moment of deep connection with God and clarity in prayer.

-The joy of sipping a delicious cup of coffee, curled up in a chair in my big bathrobe, while the sun shines on my face.

year-o-joy

-It's my niece's FIRST birthday! Happy birthday, sweet Natalie! What a huge glimpse of grace you are. I love you so much and wish I was there! :) Aunt Weeza

then...
and now!

hey, i got nothing to do today but smile

-Hearing that a very dear seminary friend has received a call!

-Swapping light-hearted insults and banter back and forth with my co-worker, happy that my office is full of humor and laughter.

-I went to hear a local MLA (government official in charge of education) speak at the primary school where I teach Religious Education and, while the speech was less than thrilling, I was thrilled to see that the Romanian children instantly gravitated towards Chris and me.

-Dusting off old records, opening the window, lying on the couch and letting Simon and Garfunkel's "Only Living Boy in New York" wash over me.

come together, right now

-Getting an amazing new t-shirt at St. George's Market. Its made by a local designer and gets an important message across in a fun (and dare I say, trendy?) way. I love it.

-I went to a friend's engagement party and, at the end of a night of meeting new people and chatting in the pub, she hugged me and said, "You're like a local now."

-Coming to the Blakes' house completely soaked after another rain attack from Belfast and being given a radiator to put my damp shoes and socks on and warm fuzzy socks for my toes in the meantime. The Blakes have such an effortless hospitality. They don't make a big fuss, but act like giving someone socks as they come in the door, a heaping plate of homemade chicken curry and a quiet place to sit before youth club is an ordinary thing. It isn't: for me, these acts of kindness sustain me constantly.

-Going to an interfaith, multicultural gathering and bonding with a Muslim man not over a shared passion for reconciliation and healing (although we do share that), but over a love of crime fiction novels. He became animated and relaxed as he explained the great stories of Michael Connelly, including how to make the most of his website, which book to start with and what local used bookstore could sell me them for just 2 pounds each.

dance, chat, observe

-The employee in the Co-op (grocery store) who bopped her head along to the cheery music being played.

-A really great conversation with the Catholic chaplain at Queen's University where I could express our committment as a church to unity and coordinated ministry with students in our area.

-Watching the rain, sleet and gusty wind--from the warm, dry, comfort of my office.

got a light?

-The black swirly (almost celtic-looking) wall sconce I found and have put above my bed. I've started a little nightly ritual where I light the three tealights (and think Trinitarian of course! 3 candles...1 sconce...ha!) and say my prayers for the night, then blow them out and drift to sleep.

-That little vintage pink and black fleur-de-lis dress in the window of the vintage shop that I was sure wouldn't fit me. It did, and so I couldn't resist it. What a funky and retro addition to my wardrobe. :)

-Watching a completely terrible movie with Jonee and agreeing that we're 0-2 on movies, and that we seem to have a rare talent for finding abysmal movies. It made us laugh at just how bad it was. Nonetheless, with a cup of tea and a cosy sanctuary from the cold, rainy wind, it was a relaxing night.

-The radio playing a song that said "if it's gonna be a rainy day, there's nothing we can do to make it change, we can pray for sunny weather...that won't stop the rain." The radio dj said there should be a song "please don't stop the sun, please make it a lovely day, and we'll go have a picnic."

inventing love

-One of the teenagers helping with the children's club by teaching the kids about prayer and friendship with God by asking, "Who's a better best friend than the One who invented love?" Amazing.

-Jonee bought some pretzels at the Polish shop near our house (there's a suprisingly large Polish community in Belfast) and instead of "legendary snack" it says "legendarny smak!" on the package. I'm not sure if this is gibberish or Polish, but it made me laugh.

-Finally, finally finding a frame for my ordination certificate and hanging it up on the wall. Looking at the slightly crumpled (from its journey across the pond) piece of paper, I realized that ordination is so far beyond a certificate (but's it's nice to have that piece of paper, all the same).

-Sitting in a pub with friends, having a laugh and a glass of wine. Sometimes, when I pass by windows of pubs or restaurants and see people laughing and talking, I get a wee bit jealous and miss friends at home. But while sitting there talking with people who have come to be important to me here, I realized that I was one of the people in the window.

-Hearing John Bell from the Iona community teach about music in worship. From the beginning when he prayed to God as the "Midwife of change" to the constant interactive, powerful singing to the unabashed directness of his words mingled with pastoral love and a passion for the church, it was a holy and "thin" experience.

-Teaching the kids about the rich young ruler and asking them to give him a name so I could tell them the story (because the Bible didn't say what his name was). One child recommended "Mr. Everything" and it worked perfectly in telling the story of Mr. Everything who needed the one thing he couldn't buy: God's love in Jesus.

-Sitting in a cafe listening to a solo guitarist, eating Irish stew in a Belfast bap, getting the applause going after each song, having deep and meaningful conversation, walking in the sun and even climbing inside an old hollow tree. It was a lovely Sunday afternoon.

happy st. patrick's day (it was)

For St. Patrick's Day, we took a church family trip to Tullymoore Park, near Newcastle for the day. We invited some Romanian children to come along, and had such a fun time having a (chilly) picnic, walking through the woods, crossing rivers, and eating ice cream on the beach.

-Now doesn't this look straight out of Lord of the Rings?? (For your LOTR nerds: the scene in the beginning of the Fellowship of the Ring, where a growing threat is described.)

-Green moss-covered tree trunks that looked like giant monster feet.

-Delicate green clovers looking all festive for St. Paddy's Day. I picked one for my niece.

-The old castle tunnel to the park. As soon as you entered it, you were hit with the cold preserved by stone and history.

-Watching a child see the ocean for the first time.

life's a beach

I was in Newcastle this past weekend for our annual youth weekend at Greenhill. I was last there 4 years ago, and it felt very full-circle to be there again.

-Canoeing with the young people with intense wind blowing against us, creating waves on the normally placid lake. It took serious effort to make it to the island that was our goal, but the constant cheering of the kids and shouting of "paddle, paddle, paddle!" kept us all going. I also learned a lot from the experience: when you looked out on the turbulent water with waves working against you, you lost momentum and became a bit overwhelmed, and then the waves began to take you where you didn't want to go. But, when you just focused on the grueling but constant rhythym of rowing, looking only at the wee bit of water you were trying to push behind you with each stroke, it became possible, bit by bit, to go foward. As we say in seminary, "that'll preach!"

-Talking to the young people about mission, and watching as they began to talk to each other about it and what fears keep them from doing mission every day. For a moment, we as leaders were able to step back to let them teach one another, with the younger ones raising questions and the older ones passing on their wisdom.

-The enthusiasm of a smiley, awkward, hyper teenage boy.

-Walking on the beach and looking out at the grey-blue sea.

-Kids and leaders alike letting go of their emotions for a bit, and during the weekend letting whatever's been building up inside of them spill out, leaving them vulnerable, but closer to healing and more a community. There's something miraculous about youth retreats that can tap into the deep "stuff" that every day busyness tries to ignore. It really is a time to grieve, to laugh, to sing, to share and to feel deeply.

-Collecting smooth, well-travelled blue, green and white glass on the beach and putting it with glass I've found on beaches in the past.

-Cleaning my room and sleeping better for it. It was the first night I've been able to crack my window, letting in a refreshing but not freezing breeze to lull me to sleep.

the sky is falling!

-Going to an interfaith dialogue forum, and being introduced to the man speaking about extremism in Christianity. He was told that I was a Presbyterian minister, and asked which seminary I attended. I said Columbia, and his face lit up with recognition. Now, usually this happens because people assume it's affiliated with the university, but then I say it's in Georgia and they get a bit confused. When I told him it was in Georgia, he said, 'Oh yes, that's home to Walter Brueggemann and Kathleen O'Connor!' These are two wonderful professors at Columbia, and my face then lit up with the joy of a connection to a place that meant so much to me. We discussed everything from how to address issues of violence in scripture to how to teach rather than indoctrinate followers of our particular faith.

-Sitting in a quirky restaurant, reading a book by candlelight and sipping a rich glass of red wine.

-The man working below a construction site who said 'Watch your head!' seconds before a small piece of plaster fell beside him. He laughed and said, 'I should watch mine!'

this and that

-This post by Jessi.

-This song by Eliot Morris (All Things in Time).

-The words "thank you, friend" in an email from someone I really admire.

persistent peace

"To be reconciled to God is to be sent into the world as his reconciling community. This community, the church universal, is entrusted with God's message of reconciliation and shares his labor of healing the enmities which separate [people] from God and from each other. Christ has called the church to this mission and given it the gifts of the Holy Spirit...God's reconciliation in Jesus Christ is the ground of peace, justice, and freedom among nations which all powers of government are called to serve and defend. The church, in its own life, is called to practice the forgiveness of enemies and to commend to the nations as practical politics the search for cooperation and peace. This peace requires that the nations pursue fresh and responsible relations across every line of conflict, even at risk to national security, to reduce areas of strife and broaden international understanding." Confession of 1967

You may have heard Northern Ireland on the news recently. In Antrim (about 20 miles from Belfast), two British soldiers awaiting deployment to Afghanistan were killed by who claim to be the Real IRA, a dissident branch of the IRA who were responsible for the Omagh bombings and have consistently resisted the non-violent peace process. You can read about the shootings here: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/7931774.stm

First, I want to assure all of my American friends and family that I am, of course, safe. I am, as most everyone here is, deeply saddened and angered by such a blatant disregard for life and disregard for the monumental non-violent progress towards peace Northern Ireland has embraced. This event has made people here grip ever more tightly to the sometimes fragile bond of unity and peace and redouble their commitment to progress ushered in not by guns, cowardly ambushes and fear but by understanding, shared pain and healing and love. I pray for this place, for the families of those killed and for all who come to see violence as their only option, that God would bring secure peace, justice and comfort and "fresh and responsible relations" across this particular line of conflict.

oh happy day

-It's my sister's 30th birthday! I really wish I could be there, but I'm wishing her a perfect day. Happy Birthday, Sista!!

-Sitting on my couch in Belfast, watching American television and hearing a show play a song by Mark Geary, a singer/songwriter I heard live in a little place in Decatur, Georgia. I love when the past and present converge in a single moment.

-The privilege of telling children in the church during the kid's talk about how God provided manna for the people of Israel in the wilderness and how God loves each one of us the same and will always be with us to guide and care for us.

graffiti

-Cheery, drenched daffodils being sold at every flower shop I walked past. Even though the weather has turned cold again, they're a sure sign that spring isn't too far off.

-Visiting my old stomping ground (where I used to live here) and going to my favorite little cafe, Graffiti. Munching on homemade lemon coriander (that's cilantro to my fellow Americans) hummus with grilled ciabatta bread, reading a book and reminiscing about the last time I lived here was a fanstastic way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

-Walking home, I came across some positive graffiti. I love finding graffiti with a good message.

past & present

-While hovering around the kettle at my staff meeting at Heather's, she reached into the cupboard and said "Oh, Whitney, I've been meaning to give you this..." She handed me a hand-painted sunflower mug that I had made when I was here before. I hadn't been able to fit it in my suitcase home, and grieved its loss, but hoped future volunteers would enjoy it. She explained that it made its way to another volunteer house (which she owned) and that the woman renting it had heard her mention me and thought I might like it back. It was such a fond reminder of my past and a tangible connection in the present.

-A really captivating book I can't put down (The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama).

-The man on the bus who let me in front of him in the queue to get off and then laughed and supported me when the bus stopped rapidly and I was flung into him.

well hello there

-Sun breaking through clouds.

-A delicious lunch with Sheena of salty, creamy bacon, cheese and tomato quiche, delicate salad with tiny marinated mushrooms and a cappucino to finish it off.

-Calling Grandmother, getting the answering machine and feeling a bit disappointed, and then hearing her "hello??" over the machine as she picked up the phone.

a whozit, a whatzit and a skype

-A fun little cheeky Skype chat.

-Getting all the dishes washed and the kitchen cleaned before going to bed and shuffling in to a tidy kitchen to make coffee this morning.

-Dreaming I was in a worship service and waking up singing "They'll Know We Are Christians by Our Love" in my head.

-The Google search bar has gone all Dr. Seuss-y in honor of his birthday.

somewhere over the...

-Looking out of the window and seeing a double rainbow as the rain came in. At one point it was sunny from some windows of the house and raining through others.

-Making banoffee pie and "cleaning" the caramelized sweetened condensed milk out of the near-empty tin, savoring its rich, sweet flavor.

-Going to Lori's for dinner and enjoying great conversation, yummy food and wine and then all going to the QFT for a late movie.

rise and shine

-An older woman in the congregation telling me what life was like in Belfast during the second World War, with constant black-out (so bomber planes couldn't see lights below as targets). She talked about how they had to have black-out shades and no streetlights, and the day the lights came back on: "I felt like I was in a fairy world when all the lights came back on!"

-A really "on" night at my contemporary dance class. I felt like I really did my best.

-The warmth and light of a spring-like day.

playing catch up

-Exciting family news.

-A little girl punching the crosswalk button as she walked past it, to the scorn of her mother. By the time I reached it, I could cross right away.

-Little purple tulips magically appearing in our flowerbed.

-A busker in the middle of a busy shopping street belting out Johnny Cash tunes.

-Going to a dance class at the Grand Opera House led by Diversions, a Welsh contemporary dance company. They taught us some pieces they'll be performing tonight, and I will now fully appreciate the depth, skill and difficulty in them.

-A girl in my dance class inviting me for coffee, leading to a refreshing conversation about art, dance, feminism, Northern Ireland, housemates and more. We discovered that we share a love of the Queen's Film Theatre, and are planning to combine our brave-solo-movie-going habits and go together soon.

-Whistling as I walked.

-Texting my Dad to get pointers on making the perfect pot of beans and feeling like he was right there helping me. They were delicious (as were the jalapeno cornbread and spanish rice).

-A Sunday afternoon at home...the first in months. Veronika came over and we chatted, watched Sex & the City and had a lovely, relaxing time.

three's company (+ a dog)

Sorry I've been away for a few days...I have some more pictures to make up for it! My housemate Jonee is housesitting a lovely Irish farmhouse in Craigantlet, just a bit outside Belfast and near the beach. I took my friend Liz, and we all enjoyed a couple of days of watching movies, talking endlessly, relishing in a huge kitchen, walking on the beach with the amazing dog Casey and skipping stones in the Irish sea with such gusto that I was sore the next morning. I think the pictures convey the grace in this wee break. I hope you enjoy them. :) Whitney

(By the way--this is Casey's head as she dives in our game of "seaweed catch." She loved it.)